Fantasy The Demon's Will

[Malhyanth]

This roleplay is for@Malhyanth and simone
Please do not enter this RP unless expressly invited.
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This roleplay is a modern, fantasy roleplay, based around a modern styled world, not necessarily our own. Within it there are a multitude of races, religions, roles, and people.

Religions, cults, tribes, civilisations are all broad and varied, much like the types of people that live in this world.​

This RP will deal with the idea of polyamory, and arranged 'pairings'.
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Humanity hadn't know what hit it when the demon kind was revealed. The war that ensued, too many died, on both sides; humans that wanted the demons gone, humans that welcomed them, and the enlightened lifestyles these creatures brought with them. And of course the demons. To be exact, succubi and incubi; creatures drawn to the sexual and emotional energies of humans. They had lived, undetected, for so long, before they started to get attached to specific humans, and they began to kill them off, through "overuse", as it were. They then fell into a mourning, and eventually died as well and when the weird phenomenon became hard to ignore, as the epidemic spread across the countries of the world, they were revealed, and shunned.

At least initially. A truce was required; people whom had fallen in love with the creatures still loved them, despite the secrets. Those that wanted nothing to do with them stood defiant; and then the beasts stood in the middle, trying to stop the war. Amongst them, their leader, a great King of the Fallen. Samael Lilith was his name. He hated to see the destruction, the deaths; the hate against his race. When killing each other wasn't solving the issues, they resorted to the hateful vengeance against those they saw as causing the disruption. Vicious attacks against those whom both were, and those whom were assumed to be, demonfolk.

The war raged for too many years, and it wasn't until a young woman took the throne of the humans, that an option for a way out occurred. Samael approached her, and spoke with the human Royalty. His race had not meant to cause harm as they had; in their previous history, they'd never become so attached to their human partners. But as the world developed, and the interactions became more personal, they had fallen in love with human kind. However, their requirements; their hungers... it did not lead to a mutually beneficial encounter, each visit, each interaction. Samael figured the best way to ensure all involved survived was to seek a way that the demons and the humans all survived.

And so it had lead to this point; he had offered a solution; humans, paired, would take a demon to their company. That way, the energy required to thrive for that demon could be harnessed two ways; through interaction with each partner, or through bathing in the interaction of the human partners. Humans could chose their partners; the demon was chosen to match them. Of course, those that opposed the demon interaction fought it, and fought hard, until she, their decadent leader, took the initiative. That she were to lead by example, and take one of these creatures herself. To say she had supported the unions, Samael could not tell. What she had wanted was a stop to the end to human life.

Those demon and human couples that still loved each other were given the chance to seek a second human for their trio, to ensure the extended life of the human. Those humans that were in opposition to the demons being a part of their life found themselves given a demon that could thrive based on their own love for each other, and simply gained a housemate to their relationship, extending the life of the demon. Though not comfortable, the extra income, the extra help, soon became something accepted, and with their Queen leading by example, soon, the world as a whole seemed to be coming together.

And so it was Samael Lilith, King of the Fallen, found himself staring at her smooth skin, her pearlescent hair. He lounged apart from her, his own dark hair wild about his shoulders, the undercut on the side of his head sharp lined. His straight nose and sharp, pale blue eyes watched her movements. Their Union was supposed to be televised. Supposed to show the world that it was real. What Samael wasn't sure on was why she was choosing to do this before she'd taken a human partner; a husband or wife, whatever it was she preferred. Her people would understand, he was sure; by doing this, she was putting herself at danger, the Incubus energy requirement being hard for the lone body to take. He turned his face away, and sat up from his lounged position. His shirt was slightly rumpled, its ruffled front annoying him. Over the arm of the lounger, the smart, bedazzled jacket lay, waiting. His start, crisp lined trousers hugged his humanoid form perfectly. His eyes rimmed in black, rather than her white, allowed the shocking white-blue of his iris to stand out, stark. His cat like pupils were currently dilated with the lighting, and with the watching of her.

"You look radiant. Your people adore you. Why primp any further?" He leant back, rolling his shoulders, itching to release his true features; his wings, his tail, his horns. He had yet to show these things to this woman, and as he reclined, running a broad hand over the back of the lounger, waiting for her, he wondered whether there would be a point at which she would accept him.

 

[simone]

After days and days passed, the population of humans in the world had drastically depleted. More and more each day, people were left without a family member coming home or seeing a loved one of TV being reported about. It came to the point where Atlas was almost afraid to leave her own home. Her own race found beaten and dead on the streets. But this was not something only affecting them, but to the succubi and incubi race as well.

Wartime was popular in culture. From cups, to books, to TV shows, and even toys. It was the biggest thing spoke about, and it had to be one of the most impacting events in history. The human population dropped like no other, people began to blame Atlas for the mishaps though she couldn't control it. An overwhelming feeling suppressed her and it seemed everywhere she went the air got thick and dense with angry glares and whispers of others. What could she do to save her people was the question. What could she do in order to cure the grief that had stricken many? Everyone looked up to her, and all she knew was that her reputation couldn't survive anymore catastrophic events.

It was fair to say that Atlas was desperate. As the queen of all of the human race, she was to keep everyone calm and collected. But how could she when on the inside she was anything but? Her people were depending on her, she represented her people, and she only knew of one thing to do.

Succubi and incubi depended on the sexual energy of humans to survive. As the human race dropped suddenly during wartime, the demons population fell in correspondence. It was no question that the incubus king felt desperate and helpless as well as his people were dying off too. The only thing Atlas could think of was some sort of publicized alliance between the two in order to get the two races to coincide, reproduce, and survive. It was crazy, she knew. And the incubus king may not have even taken up her offer, but when he agreed to everything, a wisp of hope grew inside of her.

The reputation of the demons and humans were not so great. They often didn't get along and Atlas despised each and every one of them. Especially Samael. But this was for her people, this was for the future, everything lied in her hands and she was damned if she were to fuck it up. Atlas couldn't even fathom the thought of being married to him, to lie in the same bed as him until it was her time to pass onto the other side. It was a life long commitment, and it costed her a future of having kids and actually marrying someone for the overwhelming feelings of love.

Today was the day she'd been counting on, the day that would cease the world being nothing in a snap of a finger. Her dark ebony eyes stared at her caramel complexion in the mirror, mulling over the platinum curled pieces of hair that fell just below her breasts. Atlas wore her best clothes; a beautiful nude gown that was embellished with jewels around its A-Line. The silky fabric fell down to the floor, a slit beginning in her upper thigh to the bottom to reveal her smooth camel colored skin. Her lips drenched in a vivid maroon color. Atlas was sliding on her heels when Samael spoke.

"Oh, don't flatter me." Atlas told him, looking him up and down. She admired his taste in fashion, and admired him in general. As many succubus were, they were sexy. Enticing. Seductive just to look at. They reeked of masculinity. The way they talked, walked, smelled, everything. But Atlas was better than that, and she knew that. "I just want to get this other with. Fake smiles, fake kiss to seal the marriage -- don't stick your tongue down my mouth--, fake everything. We come back home...we see everyone's reactions on TV." Atlas finally slid on her shoes and grabbed her purse.

"We come home, and we don't consummate." Atlas gave him a side eye look, though she knew one day her sexual frustration may take over her anyways and they would eventually end up consummating. But hate was still deeply embedded in her veins, wired and sewn through her entire being like a protective covering. Atlas still despised him, and only tolerated him for the moment being.

 

[Malhyanth]

The black sclera of his eyes made the pale blue eyes that watched her movements more pronounced. The pupils constricted slightly with her tone, the slit pupil making his expression harsh for a moment, before he returned to a more relaxed appearance. He brushed imaginary lint from his jacket, eyes diverting to ignore her presence for a moment. Her words cut into him, and he wondered, not for the first time, how this Union was not going to result in his being saved. All he could read was anger, and pain at this situation, and those these things could, to some degree, sustain him, he would waste away, and become weak. Perhaps that was her plan all along? Who could tell, she seemed significantly more private than her social outings suggested.

"I promise you, my pearl, that I will only do as you bid me." His broad chest heaved a slight sigh as he rose to his feet, taking the jacket with a delicate touch; something he also held in reserve for the radiant creature before him. He shrugged into the suit jacket, its lapels decorated to match those of Atlas' dress. His white-blue irises looked to her ebony ones, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips, his hard lined face, all high cheekbone and hard, stubbled jaw line, pulled into what he hoped was a comforting expression, however he was aware that she despised him. It radiated from her words, and he looks. "As per our agreement, Atlas, this is a mutual Union for the greater good of our peoples. I gave you the time, if you required it, to find yourself a human partner. You understand I do not make this decision lightly; I wish you to live a long, beautiful, and happy life." His contrasted eyes smiled briefly at her, as he admired her stance, her grace. He held an arm to her, for her to decide if she wished to take or not. Appearances had to be upheld; they were to create a symbol, here on this day. One that their peoples could follow.

Their route was short, a small walk through the palace they were soon to call home, to the giant, faceted throne room; like the internals of a jewel, it glittered and sparkled, white and red flowers, of so many varieties and complimentary scents Samael could not name them all, decorated every surface. The filming crews were set up; there were no crowds. Samael had taken it upon himself to declare that it be public to the eye, but not intimate with those same subjects; human and demon kind alike were not all sold on this prospect, and the last thing the King of the Fallen wanted was a show of strength from those small factions fighting this Unification of Races.

Silent glances and hushed awe filled the halls as they entered. Samael stepped away from his Queen for a moment, opening stepping halfway up the steps to the platform upon which their destiny was to be sealed. "My lady. If I may?" He held out a hand, the nails of which were long and slightly clawed; small hints of what this ancient being truly was. Small indications that this was not simply a Union of two countries, but two whole Realms, two completely separate Worlds. He gave a toothed smile, slightly elongated fangs showing for a brief moment in that perfect set, glinting like the silver of the candelabras, the pedestals. He admired this woman greatly. Her poise was faultless, and he envied her calm demeanour. He himself felt nothing but apprehension; the survival of his race, and the delicate balance that could be maintained through it, rested on this Union, and he did not feel without fear. He knew he did not quake to the eye, but to those that knew his species, his dilated pupils, a slight sheen to the lightly tanned skin, a habit of spinning the large rings upon his fingers that held his sovereignty, and his family crests.

Upon the satin pillow, before the multitude of cameras, the silver bands of their Union sat and glinted; not rings for fingers, as in the human world, it had been decided that could cause controversy; rather, a binding of the wrists, a band upon their forearms, to be sealed and locked as a sign of their dedication to this ceremony. He swallowed, his throat bobbing a moment, as they stepped towards the human clergyman, some higher Priest or some such, that had been deigned as having this task; more humans than demonfolk needed this Unification to be seen as wholly beneficial to their race. The incubi and succubi knew what was at stake, and would abide by the rules their King sealed upon himself in trade for their continued preservation. "Are you ready, Queen Atlas?"

 

[simone]

Atlas could feel Sam's dark compelling eyes bruising her body from behind her as she did her final takes in the mirror. Atlas couldn't blame him though, she thought she looked pretty damn good in the dress that she'd saved for the day. Even though she wasn't getting married to someone she actually wanted to marry, a small part inside of her was excited to be wed. Just to go through the motions even if nobody attended but a priest and a camera. To Atlas all that mattered was that she was bound to somebody even if were for worse rather than better. But on thing that was notable about Sam was his respectfulness, and politeness. He had his share of nice traits as everyone did, but her upbringing hindered that. All she knew to do was to be pessimistic towards the species. As she grew up she was taught that they were disgusting, vile, malevolent beings that used you then left you dry. Atlas didn't trust Sam by the least, but hoped that their relationship had to ability to be improved.

"I'm a woman. A strong woman. I'm a human, yes, but am I like the rest of them? I'd like to say no. I do what I have to do. Endure what I have to with no hesitation or fault. I'm not going to grab some random human to live in my house to have orgies with for your pleasure. Or take turns, or however it goes. I'm still loosely grasping onto that new idea." Atlas told him in a low whisper as they walked through the halls. Her, well their, servants lined the halls looking in astonishment. Some bowed in respect, but most turned with looks of disgust. She knew they would never understand like most of the population wouldn't. She could feel eyes stalking her last and ever move. Her hair, the way she walked, the dress. It was as if she were in a zoo for everyone to look and gawk at her. If she'd wanted this she would have had someone present other than the priest and camera. "I want to live a long beautiful life too, but I'm forfeiting that freedom for something greater. I don't need a human to live happily. Solitude is the best company." Atlas and Samael led by example, their people were to follow in their footsteps sooner than later.

The ceremony was going to be live, nothing was to be recorded and edited in the future. Everything was to be presented as is, so Atlas couldn't let her true emotions shine through her facade. In this moment, she loved him. She was in love with this man, and he wanted to be with her for more than the sex that rejuvenated his being. Just for this moment they could pretend that everything was fine. Millions watched them wed and profess their new profound 'love' for one another. Atlas called bullshit, and she knew a lot of people would too. She just hoped it would sell to at least majority of their people. "More ready than I ever have been." Atlas finally smiled at the demon before her for the first time in a long time, her small soft hands fitting into his large calloused ones. They faced each other, looking into each others eyes. Her eyes scanned his treacherous cerulean orbs, searching for something admirable about him.

The ceremony opened with priest speaking in Latin probably more so for Samael to recognize than herself since she was only able to piece small bits together. "We are gathered together on this beautiful afternoon to share with Atlas and Samael as they exchange vows of their everlasting love." The statement was followed by the traditional speech of what would be presented in a wedding. For the most part everything about the wedding was traditional that the priest said. The priest had spoke for a good twenty to twenty-five minutes, dropping his insight on what the marriage may bring and what they couple was going to be committed to. And soon enough, Atlas was up to say the vows she'd recited time and time again. She figured if they recited their own vows the exposition would be more authentic.

Atlas looked away from Samael's hard eyes for a brief moment, glinting at the intimidation of the whole situation. Though she kept everything composed, up close it was evident that the anxiety of the situation was beginning to caught up with her. Her eyes had diverted away from his and she staggered in her place for a moment, her palms slick with sweat as she squeezed his hands. Her deep maroon lips parted ever so slightly, relinquishing her cool calm soft voice into the space between the three. The room had grown increasingly hot as time inched closer and closer to them sealing their marriage with the bands and a kiss.

"I promise to love and care for you, and I will try in every way to be worthy of your love. I will always be honest with you, kind, patient and forgiving. I promise to try to be on time. But most of all, I promise to be a true and loyal friend to you. So on this day, I give you my heart,. My promise, that I will walk with you, hand in hand wherever our journey leads us. Living, learning, loving, laughing: together, forever. I love you." The words slid from Atlas' mouth smooth at the silky dress that hugged her body. The words were like soft as cream, full of unintentional meaning meant to fool anybody that was vulnerable enough. As much as Atlas would have loved to have meant those words, she didn't. And she couldn't. Although her feelings were in stone today, she hoped that eventually they would grow to be friends and have non-romantic titillating copulation in the future.

 

[Malhyanth]

The feeling of stress and anxiety over this situation was not helped by the feeling of disgust that washed over Samael as he took her hand in his own and helped her up the steps to their performance platform. Her words echoed in his head, and he couldn't help but think she was being exceptionally stubborn. He kept his mouth closed, however, as the lights dimmed around them, and they were highlighted, and the priest began. His white-blue, icy eyes watched her, unblinking. The black sclera were like tar around the pools of icy blue, and intensified his gaze as he watched her own gaze falter, and her hands become hot and slick. He smiled sweetly as she recited her vows; he wasn't sure it was discernible to the humans of the room, but he could feel the sting of her aggression behind the sweet words, tingling his flesh, raising a rash across his neck like stinging nettles, as he absorbed her feelings towards him. He forgave her this slight; she wasn't so much angered by her situation, as completely resolute to it.

He took her hands more tightly in his slightly clawed fingers, thumbs rubbing the back of her hands gently as his features softened, and the priest indicated he return the vows. He cleared his throat, and his deep, dark, rolling voice filing the halls, reverberating around the walls. "Margarita cor meum; lux hominum huius mundi." He raised her hand to his lips, and he gently planted upon it the most chaste of touches. "An indefinable woman, of immense stature and grace. A woman of her people, and so prepared to lay her life down for her subjects. I could not ask for a more powerful, and beautiful bride. At the very sight of you, my breath is stolen from my lungs, and my heart swells with nought but adoration." He lowered to one knee as the first of the bands were provided to him. He clipped this to her wrist, careful, ensuring there was plenty of manoeuvrability within it, so her wrist was not marked, or constructed; her left wrist, and a thin, coiled, beautiful piece of silver. His eyes looked up to her, and a slightly sharp smile took it for a moment, before he returned to his neutral expression. "Pearl of my life. Take this band as a show of my adoration and love of you; my devotion to your life, and my promise to protect you from all that bid you harm."

The priest provided the small lock that held no key hole, no code, no way to remove it once clicked. He raised to his feet once again, stepping close to her, scenting at her hair as he stood close to her "With this lock, I seal a promise, that I, and my people, will forever respect, and value, the human life on which we devote ourselves; that we shall forever, and always, ensure the continued vitality of our beautiful partners, and prolong the life of our human lovers. This, I promise, and seal myself to." The lock clicked upon her wrist, and again, he raised her hand, turning it, to kiss the inside of her wrist, beside the silver band that now sealed he to her.

"My lady?" The priest offered to the Queen the thicker band, and smiled sweetly at her, with sympathy.

 

[simone]

Feeling his calloused thumbs over her own human hands somehow tranquilized Atlas, her eyes glued to his; unable to break the hold. The kiss to her hand reverted back into her body, her pulse raced and her heart had leaped in her throat.. Emotions broiled between the two as they stood there. Atlas classified him as an enemy for sure, but passion and pressure pulled at her feet. Samael's words sounded genuine as well for all of his gestures, though Atlas had to remember his words meant nothing. Her eyes stopped to his level when he'd kneeled, her soft hands with creamy walnut nail polish on her fingers.

When the wrist clasped, it seemed to outweigh every single surround sound to her. The click of the locket filled her ears and realization sunk in. Her focus was directly on the lock, it being a symbol of a lifelong commitment to her people. In a way, she had a feeling of accomplishment because she knew if her parents were still alive today they would be proud of the things she gave up for this. Even though she had the option to have a human lover, Atlas didn't want to share anyone she loved with another person. Regardless of her choice, she would find herself in a bind she didn't want to be in, she just had to pick what would be more suitable for her.

Everything said after that flew right past her, and she followed the routine although her mind was elsewhere. Atlas grabbed the thicker silver band, the silver glimmering due to the light bouncing off from it. "Because you are my reason for living, I devote the remainder of my life to you my love," Then she placed it upon Samael's wrist while he was still on his knee. "This lock, I give to you with the promise to love you for as long as I live, and to bestow my body to you in order for you to have an extensive viability way beyond my years." She clasped the lock shut then stepped back to allow him to stand again.

 

[Malhyanth]

The priest spoke his closing words, sealing the bond, and encouraging those in attendance to quietly applaud, before music set up from a grand organ in the side of the hall. From the ceiling dropped glittering confetti which fluttered in whirls of blue and silver. The priest opened his arms to the pair, and Samael knew what was expected. His eyebrows furrowed and raised a little, a fleeting apologetic look, before he gently held her jaw in his fingers, and lowered his head to kiss her. He did as he'd been bid, did not go overboard, and placed the chaste, devoted kiss upon her full maroon lips, for all their races to see. She was so soft at his touch, and he placed a further kiss to her lips, before planting one on her forehead, releasing her. Her emotions swirled about him, both lashing at his skin, and then soothing it, conflicted; he'd have interesting patterns upon his flesh once he looked later to undress. Every feeling, thought and emotion from her was absorbed, and it would paint an interesting picture on how she truly felt about him.

"My lady, shall we depart?" Samael inquired, his lips parting to flash a slightly sharp smile to the decadent woman, before taking her sealed hand with his own, feeling the heft of the silver which was to remind him of their bond. He scooped her arm in close to his side, hooking elbows, before taking the steps down carefully, allowing Atlas to lean on him as required; he would never understand high heels. The servants and handmaidens opened the doors to their private wing, bowing and curtsying as required as the now bonded pair left the line of sight of the world. Samael released her arm once secured into their private wing, and grinned at her for a moment, tilting his head a little to admire her.

"You truly are a master of this game." He commented, though unlike before, his words were once again hard edged. "Had I not experienced your feelings and emotions like fiery whips to my skin, I would have be convinced by your performance!" He leant himself back against a wall for a moment, hand raising to rub at his torso where the sting of the truth still felt raw. Oh how he wished she could also feel this! But alas, humans did not understand what they did; that their very emotional responses could affect others so violently. This young slip of a thing would be the first, perhaps, to now see it first hand. Pulling at his shirt buttons, he released the top two to allow cool air to flow over his raw skin. "Truly, I am in awe." The ice-blue eyes narrowed back little with the smirk that touched his lips.

 

[simone]

Atlas looked into Sam's eyes, closing them soon after to kiss him on the lips with dignity. As said, they kiss wasn't anything you'd see on TV but it was still valid and convincing. The crowd burst into applause as the wedding was concluded. The audience had familiar faces of those in power but lower rank of them, and a few family and friends they'd had. Placing her soft hand into his contrasting calloused hand, they departed from the room with congratulatory remarks of the attendants. Once out of everyone's view, the air got thinner and it felt like a weight was lifted from her shoulders. The pressure was astoundingly overwhelming.

Atlas rolled her eyes at his comment. "Of course you're in 'awe'. I could sneeze gracefully and you'd be in 'awe'." Though her eyes were the warm color of ebony brown, her eyes were cold as an icy day during the winter. "I wasn't too convinced by your performance, let alone my own. But the people were sure to believe it. Our vows were full of fluff, full of the BS; though I guess that's what people actually in love would say." Atlas told him, her voice quiet as she looked down at her dress and smoothed it out. "I guess the least I can do is consummate with you." Atlas mumbled, contradicting words earlier said before. The ceremony had made her realize their union and its importance, and that it wouldn't be fair for him to carry out with his half if she didn't carry out with her own. The point of their union was so that Atlas could grant Samael an even longer life than she would ever life. To resist to consummate would be covetous, and certainly deceitful.

Her mood was crappy, though she didn't know if it would ever improve. She was stuck in exactly one place for the rest of her life. How was she ever to get over that? Being married to a sex beast, the least she could have done was test the waters to see exactly what she was getting into before the marriage. But since he has over five hundred years of practice and training, she didn't expect it to be completely awful. They walked up to their own room, Atlas took one last look at herself in the full body mirror; at the way the slit revealed her leg and the way the rest of the dress constricted her body. "You can do the honor of unzipping my dress, and unclasping my necklace." Atlas turned away from him, her eyes scanning over the thin silver band on her wrist that she was bound to forever.

 

[Malhyanth]

The way she offered herself did not fill him with any sort of joy, but he obediently followed her. As they entered the room, and she inspected herself, she commanded he assist with her undressing. One thick, straight eyebrow rose, but he approached, placing his hands on her arms and sliding them up to her neck, to unfasten the necklace that resided there. At his touch, he could feel her tense, and the burn on his skin intensified. She found him so repulsive, it physically hurt him. He hissed a little, but proceeded to place a gentle kiss to the skin of her neck, just below her ear, where her scent was strongest. Again, he felt his skin flare. This was too much. He unclasped her dress, and part way unzipped it, before turning from her, and backing away.

"I cannot carry out what you ask, Atlas." His hands ran through his jet black hair, scrubbing at the shaved side, mussing up his pristine appearance for the camera. He shrugged out of the jacket he felt constricting his breathing, and walked from their shared bedroom, into the side room where another bed had been set up. This was Samael's room true; he could not spend his every moment with the girl, for fear of her becoming a dried out husk of a human form long before her time. Samael had been insistent on a room of his own within the Royal chambers. He threw the jacket upon the bed, and tore at the shirt, buttons popped and whizzed all over the room, as he shredded it with claws that suddenly sprung forth from his hands, his wings bursting forth from his shoulders, twisted and black, looking incapable of flight. From his head, his crown of horns also erupted forth. The trousers stayed in place; he didn't shape shift all the way, keeping his human legs.

The mirror before him showed her feelings towards him. It was like shes taken a flaming torch his his skin; blisters and rashes licked his skin like waves, and they pulsed with colour; red, through to orange, to a full grey and black, then back to red. The colours flowed over his body like oil on water, showing her strange emotions in relation to him. His sharp teeth hissed again, and his black sclera eyes, icy white-blue looked to the edge of the mirror to see her shape in the other room. He stalked to the door, and leant against it. "Does it please you, my lady, to see what your disgust of me wrought?" His eyes were harsh as they looked upon her, his large feathered wings twitching. He huffed a dry laugh at her, shaking his head. How he'd wished she'd thought this through before accepting the proposal; taken herself a human mate, so he could remain the emotional parasite he'd always preferred to be. He took no pleasure in using his body as a weapon; not now. In his younger days, maybe, when he'd been wild and reckless. Now though? He understood the importance of their appearances, and the importance of humans feeling safe.

Pushing off the door frame, the Incubus stalked towards the large screen that took up part of one wall, and switched it on, flicking through channels until he found what he was looking for; news coverage of the day, and the opinion polls. Their faces looked back at them, the short ceremony being played over and over, with intermittent inserts of politicians, theorists, Demon experts, and the public, interjecting their thoughts on the spectacle. He carefully crossed his arms, and watched the screen, purposefully ignoring the woman by the mirror. "Seems they're all liking it at the moment..." He commented, eyes flicking over the news feeds from social media outlets.

 

[simone]

So sorry I've been out!! I had a funeral to go to and been rocked with school / work. I'll be sure to reply tomorrow if you're still up to do this! Let me know.